CHOOSING MY FIRST PAIR OF GLASSES WITH SPECSAVERS

Hypochondria should be my middle name - heck, it’s been remarked that Monica Gellar appears placid in comparison to me. Imagine then, the apprehensions I allowed to enter my consciousness when my eyesight began to blur around 10pm each evening. Cue some misguided self-diagnosis via Doctor Google and I convinced myself that this 100% had to be cataracts. Ridiculous as this sounds, I hadn't taken an eye test in a good eighteen years & I’m was optically ill-educated as they come. 

So I booked a trip to Specsavers - anticipating the worst. Now if you’re feeling a little timid like I was - can I point you in the direction of Specsavers. Yes this is collaborative blog post, however I visited Specsavers for an eye appointment well before I was approached to write a review. I went to the Clapham Junction branch off my own back, and received some of the best customer service I have experienced in a long, long time.

Jacket: The Fold | Glasses:  Hugo Boss Orange at Specsavers c/o

I wish I took the name of the French optician who saw me because he was really, very lovely. I instantaneously felt at ease - hell, I even found the experience fun. If you’re not sure what to expect, it’s just straightforward tests that involve reading at varying distances - nothing intrusive. We discovered I am long sighted, so my eyes were straining as I spend my working days reading various screens / magazines and the occasional book.

A hop, skip & a prescription later and I exited Specsavers (following a quick browse of the frames that was free of any pushy sales techniques) feeling placated and actually excited to return with a friend and pick my first frames (any excuse to add another accessory category to my repertoire). In summary? A visit to Specsavers sure puts things in per-specs-tive [sorry!]





In collaboration with Specsavers 
Photos: Natasha Marshall
With thanks to Theos Pizzeria and The Pigeon Hole Cafe where we shot these pictures. 

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